This is a song about "Turffle butter"

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

I got the rusty butter knife so he could feel all the pain.

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Where i found a butter knife, it was dull but different.

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

Her lips and my dick, they stick together like a nutter butter

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

I got the rusty butter knife so he could feel all the pain.